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Family Moment's

Remember (smiling) when:
You, me, the children then, 
Being out on the farm.

We were out tumbling in the yard, 
We had all tumbled so much,  
The fun we all had, 
We giggled so hard over by the barn.
 
The laughter and cheers going on,
The chicken was chasing us, 
The kids were in disparity.
The bumps and bruises all over,
As the day rushed, we continued through.

We had the best time,
Playing and listening to songs,
Out in the barn, 
Stacked with bales of hay.

The night sky comes rolling kindly in, 
It is nature's turn to turn down the leaves.
We are watching the moon, the stars in the skies.
We were looking for bright shooting stars around. 

R.I.P. Shannon Darnell, 
Love you, both!
R.I.P. William Darnell Jr 
 
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Year Posted 2023

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